Chapter 272

The countess recited with a smirking dimple to her ruddy cheek that misled she was well conscious of the spell she cast. "So what do you desire of me, Norman?"

"My pedagogue believes my painting of you may be of interest to our art enthusiasts in the North, My Lady."

"Ah, Knight Ambrose? I cannot fathom why he should be interested in me; I am, after all, just a lady. Did he send you to spy on me? You won't get anything from me other than a boring mint tea, those rumors were really ridiculous. I am just a maiden waiting for her knight in shining armor. I have led a simple life, albeit for a very long time. What do you need to know?"